These halls are haunting,
my soul is shaking,
my thoughts are bothered,
I’m no longer myself.
What have I turned into?
I don’t recognize my reflection.
These halls have changed me,
I don’t think it’s for the better.
It’s not just these halls,
but the people inside them,
and the desks,
and doors,
and lockers,
and books,
and pencils,
and pens,
and erasers,
and air.
It’s the idea of these halls,
the routine days,
overrated drama,
peer pressure,
anorexia,
and self-identification.
These halls have changed me,
but in the end they will have helped me.
I’m finding myself,
and these halls will help me.